Warhammer: Start with a dog

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When Ursaka E. Creed was exhumed from the ashes of his headquarters by his loyal Flag Officer Garland Kyle, Cadia's current nominal supreme commander looked at the situation. Not particularly bad, at least Kyle didn't see too much blood or too many open wounds on him, but he didn't look particularly good either.

The sergeant looked worriedly at the man he had followed since he was a simple lowly soldier and convinced that he would eventually achieve something.

Creed sat up from the stretcher, looking exhausted, with parched lips, the consequences of days of lack of sleep and concentrating a lot of energy on thinking only to be refreshed by more amasek and cigars showing up in a haggard and haggard look on his face. The way the face collapses is revealed.

"It's nothing serious for me," he muttered. "Luckily the desk is strong enough and it got in the way."

Kyle carefully supported him and brushed off the dust on his uniform coat. The Lord of the High Castle had two scratches on his head, and black and red blood mixed with dust made ravines on his face, but the sergeant was horrified. Suddenly he noticed that his old boss was smiling at him, even showing his teeth and gums.

Did he have something wrong with his brain as a result of being hit on the head?

The thought crossed Kyle's mind and made his stomach tighten.

"Although I have always felt that prayer is useless and is not as useful as an infernal pistol in battle, Kyle, but today I can sincerely thank the Emperor on the throne for once."

The sergeant wanted to remind the Lord of the High Castle to pay attention to his current status and not to make remarks such as the people he loved so much when he was a mid-level officer had to rely on themselves and the God-Emperor was useless, but he saw from Creed's shining eyes. Seeing something, Kyle suddenly turned around and raised his head to look in the direction Creed was looking.

He saw shining gold rising from the west.

He saw the shining white wings of the living saint, and the nuns who flew with her surrounded her. The already slightly demoralized defenders shouted ecstatically, towards the miraculous halo that appeared on the back of the head of the white wings. The women prayed devoutly and raised their weapons, shouting and attacking the Black Legion enemies who were several times their number.

"Help me up!" Creed's re-energized voice brought the sergeant back to his thoughts, "Wash your face, we still have a lot to do! First of all, give me all the contacts in the four directions again. Connect us and find us a new headquarters, one that is safer. Kyle, let me think about it. Tell me, are those damn Black Templars still guarding there outside the southern city wall?"

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"Too many." After regrouping the temple in the west and the armored regiment brought by Dantioch in the south, Mercury frowned and looked down at the dynamics on the simple sand table in front of him.

"The number of enemies is still too great. The Imperial Navy fleet in orbit is completely at a disadvantage. There are a large number of traitor regiments on the ground that were originally gathered here. The reinforcements on other continents have all been divided and surrounded and cannot provide effective support here. At the same time, Abaddon's fleet is still airdropping their reinforcements to the ground, and we still have too few effective forces to mobilize. "

His amber eyes turned to Honso. The Potion Master and Barabas were whispering to the unconscious body of the Black Templar Marshal Amarych, who was serving as a makeshift operating table in front of them. Apparently, they had already discussed what made the two Iron Warriors so excited. Pleasant affairs were agreed upon.

I don’t know why, but Honso, who has always had a subtle attitude towards other veteran Iron Warriors, unexpectedly hit it off with Barabas Dantioch. Of course, Robert Mercurius Guilliman himself was also very happy to be in the Nine Thousand A few years later, I met an old friend in a foreign land.

However, on the way here, Barabas urgently told them some current situation about himself, which made Guilliman still a little awkward - forget it, here and now, it is a fragment of a dream that overlaps between subspace and reality. , nothing is impossible here, besides, the Barabbas in my memory Si was so old and weak and in indelible pain because of certain facts that everyone knew, and now he was reshaped into a being so strong, powerful, confident and full of hope for Perturabo, and he also represented the War Blacksmith in this regard. Heartfelt joy at the glory regained from where he had lost it.

Well, it's a pity. If this is the case, it seems that the War Blacksmith will only choose to return to his genetic father in the end, and his own world of Ultramar will eventually lose an outstanding architect and defense engineer. Master...

"It's a lot, but my armored forces can effectively block attacks in the south and part of the southwest." Dantioch walked over, and Guilliman noticed that he still used his helmet to cover his iconic iron mask, otherwise He wouldn't have failed to recognize the heroic war blacksmith who guarded... the beacon of the empire during the Battle of Sosa.

"Is that okay? The south is obviously the main attack direction of Abaddon's ground forces, the airdrop pods of the Black Expedition Fleet, the madmen of Abaddon's Hounds, the Word Bearers wizards - oh, this can be crossed out, Honso and I These Lorgar cubs should have shed enough blood here just now——"

"Yes." The Warsmith's tone had a confidence rarely heard in any Imperial warrior. It was not dedication, self-sacrifice, or fanatical belief. Guilliman felt that it was closer to what he had experienced in the mortal realm when he was young. in the process of conquest Hearing the high-spirited self-confidence of the warriors before setting off for the battle, "The possibility of stealing the sky from the hands of the demons here has long been deduced on my father's war chess sand table," Dantioch said, "My loyal heirs and I and the imperial guards are already on the rock as a reserve team The people below have been waiting for this for nine thousand years. During these nine thousand years, our automatic maintenance system has never stopped, and the father of genes has not disappointed us. The dimensional blacksmith and warband of Colom Gate have awakened. We, provided us with the coordinates and identity of the original body Personal Apothecary Honsou brings us the final piece of our war puzzle. Everything falls into place. Today let this group of traitors see how the proud Iron Roar of artillery fire of the glorious Fourth Legion makes Our enemies were wiped out!"

"Very good, then I'll leave it to you. If you have some spare time, maybe you can take care of Dongmian?"

"Okay." A strange green light flashed in the war blacksmith's helmet, and then he completed his assessment, "The signal from the east shows that only a group of knights called the 'Raven' family is resisting the Vulcan. The Titan Legion... they have really tried their best. If the battle in the south goes well, I will send a team of Brutal Blades and Typhon to support them from the side. "

"Since your Iron Guards and the Unbreakable Pact have brought so many vehicles in disguise, are there any additional air units?" Guilliman asked, "According to my observation, this group of vehicles in Kraf Fortress The idiots foolishly gathered all the fighters and bombers during Abaddon's first wave of airdrops. As a result, the airport here could not effectively protect them. They lost 80% on the first day. This is extremely stupid! This means that all defenders will be short of air support."

"Uh, this." Dantioch hesitated a little, "Yes, sir, but these vehicles can only be driven by our pilots personally and cannot be provided to friendly forces, and they do not look like heavy vehicles. "The shape of these aircraft is not very suitable for friendly forces to observe at close range." He looked at Guilliman and added, "The measures taken by these aircraft to protect the pilots are just for show, and they cannot avoid attacks from both sides at the same time." law provides effective support.”

"Oh." Guilliman also remembered what physical form they were in now, and there was an awkward silence between the two. At this moment, Saint Celestine had completed her first manifestation of inspiration and fighting work. She flapped her wings and fell from the air with the smell of white doves, roses and incense. The lingering sound of strange hymns lingered in the air. She The back of his head was surrounded by a golden halo, and Mercurius wrinkled his nose.

"Do you have to live up to this show? Do you have to let mortals be fascinated by you instead of listening to more rational voices?" The Thirteenth Primarch, wearing the appearance of the Chaos Champion, expressed his true opinion, "In addition to the appearance being more personal I don’t think you are very different from Urkansos in terms of mortal people’s preferences for beautiful things and the form of religious fantasies.”

The resolute and beautiful face of the living saint is full of calm and soothing expressions, "This is the power of faith given to me by the power of the great God Emperor. I will follow His will and play my due role wherever I am needed. , that’s all.”

Among the two nuns beside her, the more stable and controlling Eleanor has been sent out to urgently integrate the remaining troops in the St. Morica Temple, and will be brought here for use next. Genevieve stood aside, still twitching at the peaceful conversation between the living saint and the saint with the appearance of a demon king, but She did not raise any objections. Apart from being too gentle and tactful towards this mysterious saint, Saint Celestine also showed no mercy in killing the emperor's enemies - she had already gone through a round with the living saint. , witnessed with her own eyes those demons, heretics and aliens being wiped out under her holy shining blade as they should be in her memory.

It’s just that she was clumsy with her tongue. Genevieve didn’t know how to respond to the noble living saint who encountered such cold treatment and ridicule. Damn it, if only Eleanor was here!

"Well... at least she can fly, and the mortals here believe in her. What we lack most now is command and trust. Why not just let her do what she has to do, as a quick liaison officer, guarantor and flag bearer I think it's just right. If she is on the city wall to guarantee them, at least the steel torrent of Barabas won't have to worry about the cannonballs flying from behind."

Honso wiped his gloves and walked over. On the simple operating table behind him, Marshal Amarych had just been carried away, and now he was carried to the new black temple. He was holding a communication rosary engraved with an ankh in his hand. , "I received a call from the headquarters in Clough Castle calling for the Black Templar. They said that the defenders planned to shrink the defensive formation to the first city wall, and asked all the defenders outside to abandon all external bastions and plains. and the fort, to assemble towards Cloughburg.”

Guilliman nodded, and Genevieve found it hard not to notice his graceful demonic horns, which showed platinum tips against the black. "This commander is wise to make this judgment at this moment. After all, the difference in numbers between the defenders and the attackers is too great for a while, and there is not even enough time to cause timely casualties between the bastion and the plains. The situation may improve after the Phalanx and other ships start to attack the Eternal Will and other traitor ships in orbit. Strange, it seems that this commander does not seem to be the kind of person who would take it for granted and let the air fleet fall into chaos... Oh, damn, I guessed it, I can't believe it, I thought such an important fortress world would at least meet the requirements of discipline."

"In fact, this kind of situation is rare, my lord. Many times our attacks will cleverly take advantage of the internal opposition of the emperor... the opponent." Honso said, "The Black Templars probably It will be ready in twenty-two minutes."

"How can it be so fast?" Guilliman looked at the master of the potion with a little surprise, "The brainwashing operation of the potion master can now be so simple, fast and effective? There will be no side effects and sequelae, right?"

"Don't worry, sir." The master of the potion was very proud, "With the help of the little things brought by Barabas, we can completely control the bodies of these black templars. I guarantee that they dare not use chainsaw swords to the east even if you ask them to use bombs to the west. "

"... Honso, assure me that these battlefield operations of yours will not cause any serious sequelae and influence on the psychology and physiology of these sons of Dorne. I always feel that this is not appropriate, but now it is too late to convince them. We need more forces that can be put into battle immediately. I will explain it to them in person afterwards." Guilliman's face full of scriptures looked so solemn and serious.

"It's sad, sir. I thought we had a friendship of traveling together in the universe. Perhaps I could hope that I had some tacit understanding and trust with you. (Mercuris once again showed an expression of "How could Perturabo have a son like you") - Of course, I swear in the name of my father that this temporary brainwashing measure will not cause any serious sequelae and influence on them." Honso smiled, "After all, it is more humane than the traditional way of the Empire-"

A volley of explosives exploded a series of sparks around them, and the armor of the master of medicine responded automatically, and the position opened between him and the operating table.

"What's the situation?" Guilliman said angrily, while Genevieve had risen into the sky and grasped the weapon to observe the situation in the distance.

Then the elder sister came down with an indescribable expression.

"It's... Space Wolves." She said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the Iron Wolf Company. They are deploying an ambush formation."

"Why are the Space Wolves here? They are not in the north..." Guilliman stopped talking, and he and Honso looked at Dantioch together.

"Oh." The former Trident, the warsmith who had once survived a direct hit on the Primarch by Perturabo, had his eyepiece flashing and spread his hands. "I shook them off, but my wolf nose seemed to be too sharp. Since I have never betrayed, I certainly cannot shoot at friendly forces, right?"